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"...The Stewart family, the foundation of the American Ifamoni school that has stood firm for so many years. Although the establishment of Ifamoni was possible, it was mainly because of the Irish immigrant witch Isolt Thayer, but It is her Muggle husband, James Stewart, the Stewart family that keeps this school alive today, or the unique wand produced by the "Stone Mason Workshop" is every batch of new students of Yifanoni. The magic wand is rarely replaced by wizards for no reason... You bring these magic wands to your master. With his ability, I think there should be some problems. "

In the room, Sarah said so, and pointed at the table next to her. On the tabletop, about ten or so wands that are still intact are piled up there, seemingly scattered, like a pile of useless firewood.

After the deformed corpse "lady" who followed her silently stepped forward, and after Yiyan swept the wands into the empty dining basket hanging on her arms, Sarah took a few steps forward again. Came to the pile of shattered corpses in the middle of the room. Although her feet had obviously stepped into the pool of half-solidified black and red blood around the corpse pile, she did not move at all, obviously not caring about this filth.

She leaned slightly, stretched out her hand and grabbed it, then pulled up a good head, then turned around and handed it to the opponent behind her.

"But the most problematic in this team is this person-his name is'Munster Jonkel', a wand maker specially hired by the Stewart Family Research Institute. Before joining the research institute, he was in The reputation of the American magic world is not small. Because of his own strength is quite good, I think he should be the leader of this team... However, after inspecting his body, I found that he was controlled by someone—— Maybe it’s the Imperius Curse, or at least it’s similar soul magic. Your master is more skilled than me, so I won’t say more.

While Sarah was talking, the other party had already taken the head in her hand and put it in the food basket at hand. But for these words of Sarah, the other party was as silent and dumb as usual, never interjecting a word from the beginning to the end, which made people suspect that she was a mute in a living corpse.

Of course, Sarah was naturally not curious about whether the other party was dumb. After finishing this series of things, she waved her hand at will:

"Okay, I have already told you what I know, and I have given you the most suspicious clues that I have checked out. When I am free, I will take away the corpses you piled up here again, remember to give the floor as well. I clean it up, that's it."

After all, Sarah didn't have any more words, she turned around and walked outside the door first, and soon left alone, as if she didn't mind leaving the other person alone in her room.

And soon, the living corpse lady also walked out of the house and went straight to the stairs along the corridor. Before leaving, he hadn't forgotten to close the door of Sarah's room.

Not long after, in Ron's room, Sarah, who had just sat down and picked up the fork, suddenly heard a series of footsteps in the hallway outside from left to right, and she couldn't help but take a small meal.

It seems that her heart is actually not as indifferent as she had shown in front of the other party before.

"Miss Hornheim?"

"It's okay, don't worry about her, hurry up and eat!"

"Uh...oh."

...

What kind of consideration Sarah has in mind, others naturally have no way of knowing... at least with Ron's wisdom, it is probably impossible to guess;

On the other hand, if you want to say what John is thinking at this time, no one else will know. But this is not because of his deep thoughts, it is because...At least so far, no one cares about his thoughts.

However, John, who is not cared by others, can be regarded as an elite among modern wizards after all. He seems to be very unreliable on weekdays. He also has his own reservedness and sense of responsibility. At the same time, he also came here with a mission.

Regardless of whether others are paying attention or not, he himself obviously has his own goals and goals.

"Does anyone really care what I am doing?"

John's muttering is not without reason. Because when he said this secretly, the tip of his wand was pressing on a strange gemstone. As long as he read the spell, the palace would immediately be completely enveloped by a powerful curse magic.

He did not dare to say that this kind of curse would definitely pose a threat to the living corpses here—especially the mysterious "master"—however he thought about it, at least something should be generated here. influences.

However, until now, he hasn't seen anyone showing up to stop him!

After a while, John had to gently remove his wand, and then he leaned back heavily into the soft sofa behind him.

This is the greatest level of temptation he can make so far. If this is not enough, should he really chant the spell and release some substantial magical fluctuations? No, then it is not a "temptation" at all, but forcibly provoking and seeking death by oneself!

"His..." John leaning on the sofa couldn't help taking a deep breath, and then regained his usual sluggishness, and muttered to himself vaguely, "Well, maybe... this is fine. ."

Since he really doesn't seem to be taken seriously by the living corpses here, doesn't it mean that he will have more opportunities to act at will?

To be honest, UU reading www.uukānshu.com just went back to the room and started this trial. In fact, he was a little worried from the moment he made the decision. He would never take this risk a second time!

It's a pity that when I want to go back, the truth is cruel. In fact, since he stepped into the disaster area in Britain today, taking risks has become his only companion.

"Ugh--"

Wu sighed. After taking a short rest, John got up from the sofa again, reached out and put away the gem on the coffee table in front of him, and lifted the cup from the back to make the previously poured and somewhat warmer. The boiled water lifted his neck and drank it.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his leg and walked back to the door.

"Just now she said that another member of her clan would come in the city...Should I go and see?" As he said to himself, John walked away in the corridor outside the door.

In this Buckingham Palace that he was completely unfamiliar with.

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